Olivia's new boyfriend isn't quite what he seems. Is he really suffering from an ilness or is it just an excuse to hurt her and how far will he go. How far will Elliot go to keep her safe, especially when things quickly go from bad to worse to terrible..?

This is a new idea that came to
me whilst watching one of those embarrassing illnesses type stories.
I know, I know you're all probably like WTF, but stick with me and
just read the summary and you'll, hopefully, get where it is I'm
going with this.

Summary: Olivia is dating a new
guy, which Elliot hates, for his own personal reasons. He's not
alone though. The rest of the squad are having doubts too, even more
so when Olivia starts showing up with bruises. What they don't know
is Olivia's new man suffers from a condition known as Sexomnia, or
so he says...

Is her man really such an
innocent part in a medical condition that is uncontrollable or is he
just violent and dangerous and out to hurt her? Will Elliot find out
the answer before it's too late?

This story is pretty highly
rated, pretty much like every other one of my stories. It contains
pretty graphic sexual scenes and violence. I'm still undecided
whether or not this will be E/O, so don't ask just yet, please,
cause I won't be able to tell ya.

Some of you will be like "Olivia
would never go for this!" just please stick with me on this.

It was totally obvious to Elliot
straight away that Olivia was dating someone new. She had a bounce in
her step, a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes that made
them even more magical and mysterious.

He'd sat back in the chair at his
desk watching as she'd hurried about night after night getting
ready for date after date but now, four months later, he sat back
watching as she sat at her desk opposite him, her chin resting on her
fist as she held a pen to paper but didn't actually do much more
with it. Instead she just stared at the blank paper.

"You know those pens don't
actually write themselves." he said to her.

"Ha?" she said looking up,
clearly having not heard him.

"Liv, is everything okay with
you?" he asked, truly concerned for his partner.

"Fine!" she said slamming her
pen down and pushing back in her chair.

Elliot watched as she walked over
and grabbed her jacket. He got up and walked up to her as she
struggled to put her jacket on. "Is there something you wanna talk
about?" he asked. She very seldom blew up at him, so when she did
it always set alarm bells ringing.

"El, if you wanna do your job as a
detective then go and talk to one of the creeps in the lock up. Stay
out of my personal life." she snapped before storming away from
him, leaving him totally lost for words and very much more than just
confused.

- - - - - -

Olivia sighed as she put the key
into the lock on her front door. She hesitated before turning it.
Coming from inside she could hear music and a familiar husky voice
singing along to it. She smiled slightly, she could smell the scent
of cooking food coming from inside her apartment, she just dreaded
what else might come with it. She took a deep breath and turned the
key and pushed the door open.

She closed the door behind her and
stood in front of it, watching as Alex, her boyfriend, cooked and
danced in the kitchen signing in Italian to the music that was
playing. It was slightly typical for him to be listening to Italian
as his father and his father and his father had all been Italian as
had most of the women in the family except for his own mother.

Alex was incredibly handsome; tall,
dark hair, dark eyes, olive coloured skin and a body to die for, not
to mention he was incredible in the bedroom department, or at least
had been at the start of the relationship. The one thing that Olivia
hated about him was his violent tendencies at night, a condition he
said he had. Unfortunately for Olivia she had become the target of
said condition.

Alex spun around and stopped singing
as he saw her, a smile spread across his face as he walked up to her.
He placed his hand lovingly on her cheek and placed a passionate kiss
on her lips. Olivia kissed him back but they both knew the connection
wasn't quite there.

"Baby, you know how sorry I am
about last night, don't you? I would never ever hurt you
intentionally. You have to know that Olivia." he said, sounding so
genuine.

Olivia smiled, and nodded, then
placed a kiss on his lips. "Food nearly done?" she asked.

"About an hour off." he told
her.

"I'm gonna go get a shower
before it's done."

Alex smiled, "Okay baby." he
said.

She smiled before turning on her
heals and walking to the bathroom. Once inside she quickly locked the
door. She took a minute before she peeled her jacket off, kicked off
her shoes and pulled off her socks before walking over to the
bathroom mirror.

She looked at herself, in silence,
for a moment before she pulled her shirt off. She discarded it on the
floor. With it removed she saw the evidence of the recent nights. Her
wrists had deep purple bruises around them and clusters of little
ones ran up her arms and over her stomach. Basically her body was a
map of bruises, she hated it and with seeing them she couldn't help
but cry.

- - - - - -

Olivia lay awake in bed, staring up
at the ceiling through the dark. She could barely make it out. Alex
lay asleep next to her, she lay listening for him, praying he would
stay asleep. Her entire body froze as he rolled over in bed so he
was now facing her, his eyes blinked a few times before they opened,
he was staring right at her.

"A...A...Alex..?" she stuttered,
her heart already beginning to pound in her chest.

Her brain told her to move, to get
up, to run and lock herself in the bathroom but her body was frozen
and then it was too late. Alex pounced on top of her, crushing her
body beneath his, his lips moving towards hers. She quickly turned
away. His lips crashed onto her cheek before finding their way onto
her neck, kissing, nipping, sucking and biting.

She tried to push him off her but
his body was far too heavy and her arms were pinned awkwardly between
their bodies, she could hardly move. "Alex stop." she pleaded.

Alex didn't listen to her. Hot
burning tears filled her eyes as she felt his hand roughly pull on
the waist band of her sweats. He began tugging them down, with her
arms trapped there was nothing she could do to stop him pulling them
off her, taking along with them her panties. "Alex, please, God
stop it!" she screeched.

Still he didn't. She began to cry.
This wasn't the first time he had started to do this but this time
she was more scared, usually she could slap him, shake him from the
trans he seemed to be in when this happened, but this time her arms
were stuck and she couldn't do a thing.

She yelped as he reached down a
painfully pushed her legs apart. In seconds he had his boxers pushed
down and with one very hard and very painful thrust he was inside
her. She gasped in pain, before yelping as he thrust into her again.
His attacks had led to painful groping that had gotten worse over the
last few nights but this was the first time he had penetrated her.
She'd never felt pain like it. Her body didn't want what Alex had
to offer it and each painful thrust felt sharp and only got worse the
further he forced himself in.